NamJoon felt alone, he had drunk a lot the night before after going on more than one terrible fake date, where the person he was dating could only talk about himself, so he just threw himself into the wine, trying to bear the conversation. He shifted in bed feeling his head hurt, he would never drink wine again, or that was what he said every time he had a hangover. NamJoon felt like his day started strange, his bed seemed smaller, I mean NamJoon was a little big but he didn't take up most of the bed, now he was on the edge of the bed. NamJoon felt warm next to him, he wasn't in the habit of drinking and sleeping with someone right away, that wasn't part of his morals, and there was also a sweet smell wafting through the air. NamJoon slowly turned to see who was on the other side of the bed. He analyzed carefully each time his gaze passed and then he quickly got up, falling from the bed, letting out a slight scream, making even the person he was lying with in bed stand up in fright.